Ivan left the restaurant and decided to go into the nearest shop he had saw on the way here. He walked in to see some very lovely Knives and daggers, this was the place he had gotten the present from before, but he wanted t get another sharper one, because Luciano deserved only the best.

He walked in and asked for the sharpest weapon they had, the man looked around and then went in to the back and brought out a dazzling dagger, which made the other one look like crap in comparison. "Is it sharp?" Ivan asked as he looked at it.

"It's the sharpest dagger around, you can cut yourself just by touching any part of it" the shop keeper said as Ivan tried it out and then he pulled away when he saw himself bleed. "It's perfect" Ivan said.

"But it's pretty expensive" the shop keeper said. Ivan just nodded and gave the money he owed, and then he returned to the restaurant, he was surprised to see Luciano still standing outside. "I'm back, look I got you something better" Ivan said as he gave him the new dagger.

Luciano waited silently, and since he was standing outside the door, many people were afraid to come inside. He eventually continued to examine the blade. Gems were nice, something for him to pick out and replace if he needed to. The grip was horrible. That would need to be replaced. When Ivan came back, he put the blade back and looked up at Ivan. He easily noticed the blood and couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Either he didn't know how to hold a blade, or he did it on purpose.

Ivan noticed the other laugh as he started to blush, "Do you like this one better?" he asked as he looked at him, hoping this one was perfect and had nothing wrong with it.

Luciano only nodded, "It seems just fine," he answered with a faint smile.

"Great" Ivan said as he felt more happiness when he saw the other smile, it was the first time he had seen him smile and it was beautiful. "Let's go inside" Ivan said as he walked into the restaurant and pulled out a chair for the other, waiting and wondering if Luciano would accept the chair or sit somewhere else.

Luciano hid the knife in his jacket, along with all his other knives before following him inside. The place was nice, let's hope the food was nice. If not, the owners will be getting an earful from his brother. Hesitant, Luciano accepted the chair.

Ivan tried to hide his excitement when Luciano took the chair; it showed that he was warming up to him. Ivan sat down opposite him and then picked up the menu and waited for the waiter to come over; when the waiter did he made his order.

Luciano leaned back a bit as he looked over the menu. What kind of shit restaurant was this? He ordered the chicken parmesan with penne noodles.

Ivan watched as the other order, and then he noticed he has never actually noticed how handsome the Italian he was, he was unique, the smooth tanned skin, the soft looking dark hair, and the dazzling magenta-coloured eyes, everything about this man was magical, Ivan wondered if Luciano ever knew that or believed it.

"You are so handsome, I am so lucky to even be here with you"

Luciano watched the waiter leave to get their orders ready. He sighed a bit, crossing his arms. He wore his usual uniform as a sign of the Italian Mafia. He wore it quite often, liking the look and colour of it. His fez kept his curl protected in a way. When he heard Ivan speak, he gave him a questioning look. "Handsome? Because I'm Italian," he answered blankly.

"Yeah but it's your eyes as well, they are so magical" Ivan.

Luciano rolled his eyes and sighed. "Right," he said in a sarcastic tone.

"And I love all that sass"

"Well good, it's not going away any time soon."

"I wouldn't want it any other way"

"You're lucky I haven't killed you yet..." he grumbled

"I think it would be nice to be killed by you, because then the last face I will see would be yours, and I wouldn't mind dying then"

Luciano shrugged a bit, "You wouldn't die within minutes though, and I'd make sure of that."

"Ooh really, then how would you do it? Just saying how would you kill me, it would be interesting to hear it"

"I'd have to figure out your fears first," he said with a shrug.

"Don't you know my fears? I thought it was quite obvious"

"I don't pay attention to you very often," he looked over them he noticed the waiter coming back.

Ivan nodded, he didn't want to admit that comment hurt, but it did. It shouldn't because he had been ignored all his life, and he knew people didn't pay much attention to him, but he thought maybe Luciano did, but it seems like he didn't.

Ivan tried to wipe away the tear that escaped his eye, he hoped Luciano didn't see his moment of weakness; such a strong person wouldn't like it when he saw someone weak like himself.